Quotes About Empathy

we must create our children alive and fragile and pulsing with the hot blood that is so easy, so terribly easy to spill." It

I blinked but managed not to glance at her, surprised as always to be reminded she was human.

For all it was the answer he would have expected her to want, it did not seem to satisfy her.

A companionable hand on his shoulder made him shiver.

As if I took my little girl in my arms and held her tight and she's not a little girl anymore, and I still can't save her, can I? Because you can't. I can't save her from my mistakes. Any more than I could save Nell. But at least I can hold Leah's hand.

Such a strange being. Such a strange thing, having a sister. Being a sister. And even stranger to be a sister to such a sister as this.

Silent understanding: all he could give her now.

Riel considered Elspeth, and was considered in turn.

She reined her mare in close enough that Gin could lean a shoulder on her to be comforted, and slid her own arm around Kit's waist, seeming not to notice that it took all of his flickering strength of heart not to shy and buck.

They had not been lied to. The men were gentle; when one leaned, moved, spoke, the other mirrored. She sensed it in the energy between them, their calm failure to react on any visceral level to her smile, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her lips-or to the more youthful charms of her security detail. She knew it as surely as she would have known fear or hunger. Not only were they gentle, they were together.

Her dad raised his eyes from the newsfeed and offered her a level, considering look that told her he'd caught the impending request in her voice.

I was asking a sick plant for emotional labor so I could find the courage to ask them things I knew would hurt them greatly. But I was a sick mammal, so I suppose it evened out.

All right, they were cute. But she couldn't afford to start thinking of them as human.

Oh, Kit. Were you ever priveleged to love where love was not given first elsewhere? Even once?

Oh, Ellie. You are still so slick. Patty lost as much as the rest of us. More. Here we are, and love each other, and links forged in shared fire. And Patty's got herself and the voices in her head.

For a moment, they sat together, the understanding between them almost big enough to fill that space.

Rien thought she was speaking to comfort herself as muc as to comfort Rien, and found that, in itself, strangely…well, comforting.

We alleviated suffering, and I've lived with enough suffering to know that any time you can take the edge of it, repair it for even one creature, you are creating a net good in the universe.

I've always wanted to save people. Maybe because nobody saved me.

There are people, even now, who manage to elude rightminding to the point where they enjoy their pleasures more if somebody else suffers to provide them.

It wasn't our place to judge them. It was our place to save them.

Vincent's gift, the empathy, the sympathy that turned them from men into a team.

When Morrow called Closs, it was a cause for concern. When she called him at home and didn't waste time on pleasantries, it was nearly a cause to panic.

He stared at me, head turned slightly as if he had almost figured out what was battering me, but hadn't quite made the intuitive leap.